This is a song about "Dont flex on em"

Dont fall in love dont move on,

Lip balm she's some nun bitch from st. john

Toss em down on the ground and squash em like sumo

Ferrari mikes, bitch, i’m on my car show

As: i’m layin’ in the cut waitin’ for your mom

So let’s stand strong, march on, and we take ‘em on,

Had a crush on way back, i wasn’t vip then

On 9/11 i made them towers fall on em

Convertibles with turbo jets

Enemies try to flex,

Bad bitches all around me dont need em got my own

I got a love jones for your body and skin tone

I’ll catch my breath a little, money alright where i’m from

I see graves with your names on 'em your belongings i'll pawn 'em

Oh you a muslim now, no more dope game

With my name on em, that’s a shame